Tuesday, Mar. 02, 2004 | 10:51 AM

So Sunday night I�d gotten a good two and a half hours of sleep. By the end of the work day yesterday I was shot. But of course I had to go to rehearsal. And I�d forgotten that it was a friggin� Dance Rehearsal.

Boo.

I hate dance rehearsals. I love to dance you know�like a dirty hippie or in a mosh pit or whatever. But I don�t like to learn dance steps because it�s boring as fuck. (Actually on a side note, on Sunday night Angus and I danced together. That was hott. Anyway�)

So three hours of still hungover me sweating alcohol and jumping around like a middle American PTA member attempting to imitate Bob Fosse. Also, wound up bruising the shit out of my knee Not good times.

Got home and fell into bed.

You know, life would be perfect if I didn�t have a job to derail me from art and debauchery.